Chapter 45 Foot-tapping stunt

The night is sultry.

The bar street is even more noisy and lively.

The people on the ground are surrounded by women, having fun and drinking, feeling very uncomfortable, while the people underground are topless, flesh and blood collide, and blood boils.

Everyone does his or her own thing without any inconsistency.

Only one store facing the street seemed so calm, with two fierce-looking strong men guarding the door as if they were afraid of anyone coming to buy money.

A group of people walked out of the store one after another.

The two strong men's eyes fell on one of them, and they couldn't help showing admiration. This was a legend in their training ground.

I'm afraid no one would have thought of it,

In this little-known training ground, a super boxer who has won 170 games in a row and has never been defeated unexpectedly emerges.

Lin Weiran got into the car.

Although it is incomparable to taxis in the main world, in this era, owning a car is definitely a reflection of status.

"Where did you get the car? It's enough for you to brag about for a while." Lin Weiran said jokingly, looking at Zhang Feng, who laughed.

"Thanks to you, brother, I just mentioned it a few days ago. If it weren't for the high-end competition today, I wouldn't even be willing to drive it."

"Isn't he just a guy who practices kicking? Why, is he still unable to convert his energy? I feel that my cultivation has improved a bit recently.

When you are strong enough, you should not be my opponent. You can be a little more unruly. To be honest, the recent opponents are a bit too far."

Lin Weiran said lightly.

"The boxers we are dealing with now are of this level, and they are still far away from the top black boxers. But this time we are going to the largest underground boxing ring in Xiangjiang, so let's win over this opponent first."

"The biggest boxing ring...

Is this considered to be among the top combat forces?"

Lin Weiran nodded, then closed his eyes and calmed down his heart. Ye Wen often warned him that practicing martial arts is training the mind.

If the state of mind is not strong, it will be difficult to reach the peak.

"We're here, get off the car!"

Lin Weiran entered the so-called largest black boxing ring. This is a veritable underground boxing ring because it is located in an air-raid shelter thirty meters underground.

Dim lights, surging blood, waving fists, and flying flesh and blood, this is the inherent message conveyed to many people by the underground black boxing in the movie.

However, after Lin Weiran experienced it for himself, he realized that these movies are completely based on reality, and the scenes in the movies are not exaggerated.

It can be said to be realistic, even restrained.

"I used to box here. At that time, black boxing had not developed much, and those who came to box were amateurs.

At that time, a master of secret power like me was a great weapon, and many bosses behind the scenes offered me high prices to recruit me. It felt like, tsk tsk!"

Zhang Feng's face showed a proud look.

"In that case, why didn't you fight again?" Lin Weiran asked curiously, Zhang Feng shook his head and sighed.

"The level of black boxing fighters at that time was not very high. The reason why black boxing was able to develop was mainly to attract audiences through blood.

You can’t imagine that for a while, black boxing had a popular fighting style, which was to box with gloves covered with glass particles.”

Lin Weiran seemed to be able to imagine it.

Zhang Feng continued: "Before the game starts, the boxing ring will smear the gloves with glue in advance, and then stick the gloves with tempered glass ballast.

After drying, such gloves are worn on the hand, just like a mace. Every time a punch hits the body, blood and flesh will fly everywhere.

The reason why the boxing ring uses such gloves is actually to pursue sensory stimulation, and if I continue to fight, it is not what I want."

In fact, Zhang Feng is the same as Lin Weiran.

In the beginning, he boxed with the idea of ​​​​improving himself. There was no point in boxing if he lost his original intention, so he quit.

Lin Weiran can understand.

Just like now, two boxers are fighting in the ring. They are about the same size, with a height of about 1.8 meters.

As the game started, the two collided. There were no fancy moves or superb skills. They both hit each other hard on the head, abdomen, lower body and other important parts of the body.

Crotch "chicken" judgment often occurs.

They kept attacking, bang bang bang, without gloves, and it was like a dull sound like a fist hitting flesh.

The audience under the ring saw this scene,

Shouting loudly: "Hit! Beat! Beat him to death!"

Not long after, one boxer couldn't hold on and fell down with a thud. If you thought the boxing match was over...

That is absolutely wrong!

The other boxer didn't stop and rushed forward, pulling his fallen opponent up by his hair, then grabbing his head and banging him on his knees!

No one from the boxing ring came out to stop him.

The people at the scene showed no sympathy and even cheered loudly. Finally, after three consecutive hits, the boxer let go of his opponent.

He then raised his hands!

Howling like a trapped animal!

"What the hell kind of world is this!" Lin Weiran felt a fire in his heart, even though he had seen this scene more than once.

People who came out of Zhang Feng's training ground would never be like this. The only time he killed his opponent was when Lin Weiran came out for revenge for the first time.

"Brother, it's so cool to play black boxing!"

The boxer jumped off the ring and came to one person's side, a middle-aged man with a beard and a gray coat, who looked out of place.

"They are all amateurs. Let you vent. You should practice hard when you go back. Don't go to the ring again until you are strong enough."

Before the boxer could speak, Zhang Feng said: "This bearded man is your opponent, Hu Yi."

"He brought his brother here?"

Zhang Feng said in a deep voice: "The people who poked the feet are vicious. Almost all of them have seen blood. I guess I brought his brother here to practice his skills."

"Just practicing, ha."

Lin Weiran sneered.

Two more games passed, and although it looked exciting, it was not as bloody as before. Half an hour later it was Lin Weiran's turn to play.

This time, a referee rarely appeared in the ring. Let me briefly introduce Lin Weiran and Hu Yi, that is to say, their results.

By the way, leave enough time for people to place bets.

In fact, this game has been scheduled for a long time, and everyone who is supposed to come has already arrived. Most of the people in the stands on the second floor are rich people from afar.

Lin Weiran looked at Hu Yi.

The boxing proverb says that the hands are two doors, and you rely entirely on your legs to hit people. Three points for hand strikes and seven points for kicks. Stabbing the feet is a martial art method that emphasizes the use of both hands and feet.

It is said that foot poking started in the Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. In the folk legend of Wu Song drunkenly beating the door-god Chiang, Wu Song used the jade ring step in the foot to poke the mandarin duck feet, so some people still call foot poking "Water Margin".

"Hu Yi!"

"Lin Weiran!"

The two announced their names politely, and then the game started. Hu Yi's flexibility in kicking and poking his feet was completely reflected in his body.

It is dominated by the waist, assisted by the shoulders and hips, the hands are sent from the spine, and the feet are sent from the hips. Both of them use the waist to separate the shoulders and hips, and they are often coordinated with the ground walking movements.

Lin Weiran's feet were two-dimensional clamps, sheep and horses, attacking and defending together. The moment the two collided, there was a secret exchange of strength, and Hu Yi immediately became serious.

He is a master!

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